Someday

Written by: susan viscione

My head, it spins round,
like a ferris wheel,
trying to figuire out,
just how to deal,
sometimes I feel torn up inside,
and sometimes I fail,
but I know I tried,
this economy is so very bad,
thinking of things  I lost,
that I had,
I try not to regress,
I know many others,
have so much less,
I try to set reachable goals,
and try to meet them,
without ending up in the hole,
I work hard through the day,
to get over the obstacles,
that lay in my way,
I pray to the moon,
and hope very soon,
that things go my way,
and that way they stay.